Sombras

Shadows chase you at night
There's no way to escape, they're lurking for you
Tears, hate, pain, and anguish
Lead you through the streets we can't walk through

It would be a blessing to die, for all that you will suffer
Tears of blood will be shed

Figures, voices, and bloodstains
They're everywhere, this will never end
The number marked on your head
Is your ticket to hell, which is where you belong